"I can't believe you'd loan me your car without telling me it had a blind spot."
"Blind Spot?"
"I could've been killed."
"Now... Now, Biff, I never noticed that, uh, the car had any blind spot before when I would drive it. Hi, son."
"Well, what are you blind, McFly? It's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?"
"Now, Biff, um, can I... can I assume that your, uh, insurance is gonna pay for the damage?"
"My insurance? It's your car. Your insurance should pay for it. I wanna know who's gonna pay for this. I spilled beer all over when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?"

"'Dear Marty: If my colculations are correct, you will receive this lettre immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you tha I am alive and well. I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean caused a gigawatt overload which scrambled the time curcuits, activated the flux capacitor and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately the car will never fly again.' It actually flew?"
"Yeah, well, you had a hover conversion done in the early 21st century."
"Incredible."

"Where I come from, we didn't celebrate Christmas. Not because we were Jewish, but because my dad was a worthless coward fucking asshole whose idea of a present was a daily punch to the back of the head. He did teach me how to crack a safe, though."

"Where I come from, we didn't celebrate Christmas. Not because we were Jewish, but because my dad was a worthless coward fucking asshole whose idea of a present was a daily punch to the back of the head. He did teach me how to crack a safe though."